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@lodgetrapped liked for a diane starter

“I think I’m going to look forward to having a different head every week,” she mused as she worked on her crossword. Cooper was perched near her, both of them sharing a footstool he’d snagged from down the hall. There was a magazine of wigs in her hands and Cooper was working on some sort of puzzle book.

To her left, there was an IV dripping liquid poison designed to not kill her well enough to save her life. Medicine, folks. She’d be there for another hour or so and Cooper had, yet again, graciously volunteered to sit with her.

“What do you think I should order first? Start simple as not to terrify Albert and get the blonde wig like my own hair or go wild on the onset and order the bright pink first?” She looked up from the magazine at him, scratching just underneath her knitted cap with the pen she was marking her order form with. 

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     It pleases her to watch Cooper rifle through the file, and she watches him to do with a muted sort of anticipation. What could he possibly show her in that confidential folder of his? She thinks, after a long moment, that he might not even find anything. So it pleases her further to see him hold up a sheet of paper that she can't yet see and consider it.

     He slides it over and her mouth goes dry before it even reaches her side of the table.

     It's him.

     Her pulse quickens.

     It -- it's him.

    Julie stares at the picture for far too long. Her eyes connect with the blue and unfocus, widening, seeing the entire composition at once; the jaw, the scar, the hair. This is the face she sees in nightmares. This is the face she sees when she turns a corner too fast. This is the face she fled New York for, the one that watched her bleed out, the one -- fuck. Fuck.

    Her heart is about to jackhammer out of her chest. Frozen solid, Julie flicks her eyes to Cooper's. Flicks away just as fast -- but there's no mistaking the veiled fear that lines the crease of her brow.

     He can’t know.

     She doesn’t want him to know.

     Cooper. Cannot. Know.

    "That's."

    Her voice is too light. Too soft. Practically a whisper, and Julie clears her throat. Cooper can't. Suspect anything. He can't -- she has to. Everything is okay. It's okay. She doesn't know this man. It's just a picture. It's okay.

    A finger reaches out, the rest of her hand trembling, and touches only the very edge of the paper. She nudges it back to Cooper without looking. It scrapes and stutters quietly against the table. It feels like a scream.

     "--Um. Cool."

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sometimes the restaurant buzzes at night. like there’s some sort of added electricity in the air, like physics don’t care that the graveyard shift should be a silent one - morgan can feel it crawling on her skin, the unsettling vibe of the surroundings. perhaps it’s just this town: perhaps it’s just what’s been happening lately. “ — so, how’d they do it? ” the waitress asks to the only customer in the diner, head propped up on her fist, not morbid curiosity on her features but rather a quiet apprehension that it could happen again (that it could happen to her). “ how’d they kill laura? ”

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❛    agent cooper, i’ve been looking EVERYWHERE for you !! 

    –––––––– i wanted to catch you before you got too busy solving crime &. stuff. ❜

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“anything, just call me, okay?” diane!

@lodgetrapped​ || richard silken sentence starters || accepting

She looked up at him with tired eyes, curled up in her hospital bed on her side. Her port was cold and harsh against her skin; the noises from her monitors disturbing the silence she wanted. Her now much thinner frame was cold--probably had something to do that she’d forgotten her headscarf before checking in for her surgery.

It was disorienting to stare him without the safety net of a tape recorder, or the office coffee machine, or over the phone. There was no real security now., no real safety net for her to fall into. She trusted Cooper--trusted Cooper with her life. But, there was always something just barely off, even in the familiarity they had with each other.

Diane shrugged and pulled the thin, scratchy blanket so not like the one she kept in her own room that Tzipporah loved so much.

“Go home, Cooper, I’ll be fine,” she promised. “I’m just gonna sleep this surgery off. No need to stand guard. Swear it..” A breathy pause and more sad, tired eyes. “Scout’s honor, Coop.”

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💋 for annieeee B')

@lodgetrapped || kisses ! || not accepting

He held her hand the entire time he drove her home from the lake. Oh, no--nature study. Through every street and turn and past every tree and stop sign, his hand was linked in hers. 

They’d kissed. On the glittering, shining lake, in the soft, green grass, they’d kissed. It felt right in the way that ice cream tasted good, but she couldn’t help but wonder if she was going to get a stomachache from the sugar, but still kept ordering another sundae.

But, his smile was warm in the way that being outside in the sunshine long enough made your heart feel a little more safe in your chest. His lips were comforting like the way a weighted blanket felt soothing laid over your body when sleep wouldn’t come. And he was kind--God, he was kind. And earnest. And good.

You thought he had been good, too, Annie. Be careful.

Cooper parked outside of Norma’s house and there was a silent moment between them and suddenly she felt so very young and so very wide eyed in a world she was supposed to be getting to know again.

“Will I see you tonight at the dance, Annie?” There was a second when she didn’t know what to say. Where she wanted to hesitate, to tell him maybe another time, to safeguard her fragile heart of glass from any more hurt before she got caught up again in a charming smile. But when she looked up at him, the thought of refusing cracked through her flimsy, barely there resolve.

“Sure, Cooper,” she promised. And he brightened up, his dark eyes growing soft, his shoulders releasing a little tension. He pulled up her hand to kiss her knuckles and her own smile eased with a little more confidence.

“I’ll see you then.”

“See you then, Cooper.”

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     “i have, uh.”

    cooper... drinks coffee... right?

    julie looks around her kitchen, which is basically the tiniest most pathetic thing in the world, and all that sits on her counter is a pot and also a clean plate. 

     it’s quite bare, really, and it has. no coffee.

    yikes. shrugging, she brushes hair behind her ear. “coke? or — hot... water?” a pause. “hot chocolate?”

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Bad luck relies on absolutely perfect timing.

@lodgetrapped || y’know it is a meme and it is somewhere || accepting if you can find it

It’s a Cooper-ism, that’s quite true. It’s darkly humored but with an honest smile on his face, and his embrace around her as she weakly leans on his strong but gives her room to move. It’s certain, but it’s welcome, which is strange for her to say.

She’s also dancing.

It’s nothing like her old days when she was in bedazzled fishnets and red lipstick. Really, it’s walking side to side in place, his arm around her waist, their hands clasped. She laughs weakly in his ear, but gives him no reply.

What reply could she give, honestly? It’s a dark comfort, but it is one, so she’s trying to accept it.

(It was her first round of chemo today, in the middle of her first week away from the Philadelphia office. She’s tired and exhausted and nauseous and he came over to bring her pie and it’s now been two hours of keeping her company. ‘Standing will help your strength, Diane, I’m sure of it. You’ve said it yourself--spine of steel.’ And now they’re dancing.)

She rests her head of blonde hair (while she still has it) on his shoulder. Laughs a little. Keeps on stepping side to side with him. Hums ‘unchained melody’ in his ear. Wonders when (if) she’ll get to hear one of his tapes again.